Shiran looked in amazement at the multicolored light bursting from Long Yan, bound by the white light. Is this Divine Fire? With my aura of Heavenly Dao as a blessing, no Divine Fire affects me at all. Does Long Yan really think he can overturn the situation with this Divine Fire?
Something's not right!
Shiran's eyes widened. Looking from Long Yan's perspective, he couldn't see his eyes. This thing is not Divine Fire. None of my Buddha's Light feels scorched. Instead, it's as if Long Yan's power needs to grow more and more.
The longer it goes, the more unpredictable the dream. Shiran's Demon-Subduing Pestle in hand sped up, aiming to take Long Yan's life directly, fearing delay could lead to change. But just when he saw the smile lifting on Long Yan's lips, the entire timing had already been missed. A multicolored armor had wrapped around Long Yan's body.
